When the way prevails in the empire, fleet-footed horses are relegated to ploughing the fields; when the way does not prevail in the empire, war-horses breed on the border.
There is no crime greater than having too many desires;
There is no disaster greater than not being content;
There is no misfortune greater than being covetous.
Hence in being content, one will always have enough.
The speed and agility of thought I have developed for attacks is well put to task in ploughing the field which is my soul. This leads to good growth. But when my thoughts charge, contending with others, desiring mastery of others, strength will be given up to war.
I will keep to my borders and I will be content within them, ploughing my own soul for the life of my family. That way, we will always have enough.
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